Madness is reality,
Reality is madness,
The more we live in reality
The more we stay stuck in sadness,
The more lost in delirium we are,
The more settled our mind is by far,
Madness, gladness, compos mentis paralysis,
The story of human so far……

The crazy and the deranged,
The weird and the strange,
So called societies outcast’s,
But without the pressures of the masses,
And no care for the totalitarian money fascists,
The bird lives free, in peace, with it’s short time that seems to last,

But such clever monkey’s we are,
Lost in a time warp trying to track that shooting star,
We as a species have gone too far,

As soon as we are born we learn the prewritten manuscripts of the shepherds words,
A new generation of lambs to manipulate the herds,
A pen of our own we hold,
But someone else’s story we write….. so bitter and so cold,

And as our brain matures,
Over years and years,
We drown in sadness in the sea of tears,
Our boat capsizing,
As we start realising,
We gave away our time,
But we lived in our elders footsteps,
It’s somewhat flattering, but also not surprising,

I suppose It’s a case of monkey see, monkey do,
We are all unique but yet all the same all me and you,

Madness IS just a reality,
And a reality is merely just a perception,
Insanity comes feeding your mind with calmness and…… direction,
Allowing ourselves time to think,
Swimming in natures kitchen bowel and sink
Whilst looking at the rivers reflection,

But with tired and weary closed eyes,
And listening to the powerful web of lies,
Most will forever lay dormant in weary slumber,
Most will forever stay a name, statistic and a number,
Lost in the protection that is the heard,
But if you truly want to wake up,
Remember you hold your own pen……
So maybe learn to write your own goddamn words…….

The stage is set,
The encore calling,
Time to think for yourself,
Let your mind be free,
Under no one else’s ruling,
Time to look after your true mental health……

Wrote on: 11/01/2026